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The Two Elsies
A Sequel to Elsie at Nantucket
By Martha Finley
1868
"Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave."
It was a lovely summer morning, glorious with sunlight, sweet with thefragrance of flowers and the songs of birds.
The view from the bay-window of the library of Crag Cottage, theresidence of Mr. George Leland, architect and artist, was very fine,embracing, as it did, some of the most magnificent scenery on the banksof the Hudson.
The house stood very high, and from that window one might look north andsouth over wooded mountain, hill and valley, or east upon the majesticriver and its farther shore.
The nearer view was of well-kept, though not extensive, grounds; aflower-garden and lawn with a winding carriage-way leading up the hill bya gradual ascent.
It was a pleasant place to sit even on a sunny summer morning, for a talltree partially shaded the window without greatly obstructing the view,and it was there the master of the house was usually to be found, at thistime of day, with Evelyn, his only child, close at his side.
They were there now, seated at a table covered with books and papers, hebusied in drawing plans for a building, she equally so with her lessons.
But presently, at the sound of a deep sigh from her father, she glancedhastily up at him.
He had dropped his pencil and was leaning back against the cushions ofhis easy-chair, with a face so wan and weary that she started up inalarm, and springing to his side, exclaimed, "Dear papa, I am sure youare not well! Do stop working, and lie down on the sofa. And won't youlet me tell Patrick to go for the doctor when he has taken mamma toRiverside?"
"Yes, Evelyn, I think you may," he answered in low feeble tones, and witha sad sort of smile, gently pressing the hand she had laid in his, as hespoke. "It will do no harm for me to see Dr. Taylor, even should it do nogood."
"What is th